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Exeter, N. H. (New Hampshire, United States) (search for this): chapter 4
The old Ship of State. by David Barker, of Exeter) me. O'er the dark and gloomy horizon that bounds her, Through the storm and the night and the hell that surrounds her, I can see, with a faith which immortals have given, Burning words, blazing out o'er the portals of Heaven-- “She will live!” But a part of the freight which our forefathers gave her We must cast to the deep yawning waters to save her-- 'Tis the chain of the slave we must fling out to light her, 'Tis the brand and the whip we must yield up to right her. She will live! Clear the decks of the curse! If opposed by the owner, Hurl the wretch to the wave, as they hurled over Jonah; With a “Freedom to all!” gleaming forth from our banner, Let the tyrant yet learn we have freemen to man her. She will live! She will live while a billow lies swelling before her, She will live while the blue arch of heaven bends o'er her, While the name of a Christ to the fallen we cherish, Till the hopes in the breast of humanity per
Abraham Lincoln (search for this): chapter 5
rrah! Hurrah! For equal rights, hurrah! Hurrah for the good old flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. We trusted you as brothers, Until you drew the sword, With impious hands at Sumter, You cut the silver cord. So now you hear our bugles, We come, the sons of Mars, To rally round the brave old flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. chorus — Hurrah! hurrah! etc. We do not want your cotton, We care not for your slaves, But rather than divide the land We'll fill your Southern graves. With Lincoln for our chieftain, We wear our country's scars, We'll rally round the brave old flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. chorus — Hurrah! hurrah! etc. We deem our cause most holy, We know we're in the right, And twenty million freemen Stand ready for the fight. Our pride is fair Columbia, No stain her beauty mars; On her we'll raise the brave old flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. chorus — Hurrah, hurrah! etc. And when this war is over, We'll each resume our home, And treat you stil<
Union, We're fighting for our trust, We're fighting for the happy land Where sleeps our Fathers' dust. It cannot be dissevered, Though it cost us bloody wars; We never can give up the land Where float the Stripes and Stars. chorus — Hurrah! Hurrah! For equal rights, hurrah! Hurrah for the good old flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. We trusted you as brothers, Until you drew the sword, With impious hands at Sumter, You cut the silver cord. So now you hear our bugles, We come, the sons of Mars, To rally round the brave old flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. chorus — Hurrah! hurrah! etc. We do not want your cotton, We care not for your slaves, But rather than divide the land We'll fill your Southern graves. With Lincoln for our chieftain, We wear our country's scars, We'll rally round the brave old flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. chorus — Hurrah! hurrah! etc. We deem our cause most holy, We know we're in the right, And twenty million freemen Stand ready for the fight.<
Isaac M. Ball (search for this): chapter 5
Reply to the Bonnie blue flag. see page 84, poetry and incidents, Vol. IV., Rebelion record. by Isaac M. Ball. We're fighting for our Union, We're fighting for our trust, We're fighting for the happy land Where sleeps our Fathers' dust. It cannot be dissevered, Though it cost us bloody wars; We never can give up the land Where float the Stripes and Stars. chorus — Hurrah! Hurrah! For equal rights, hurrah! Hurrah for the good old flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. We trusted you as brothers, Until you drew the sword, With impious hands at Sumter, You cut the silver cord. So now you hear our bugles, We come, the sons of Mars, To rally round the brave old flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. chorus — Hurrah! hurrah! etc. We do not want your cotton, We care not for your slaves, But rather than divide the land We'll fill your Southern graves. With Lincoln for our chieftain, We wear our country's scars, We'll rally round the brave old flag That bears the Stripes and Stars.
Columbia (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
silver cord. So now you hear our bugles, We come, the sons of Mars, To rally round the brave old flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. chorus — Hurrah! hurrah! etc. We do not want your cotton, We care not for your slaves, But rather than divide the land We'll fill your Southern graves. With Lincoln for our chieftain, We wear our country's scars, We'll rally round the brave old flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. chorus — Hurrah! hurrah! etc. We deem our cause most holy, We know we're in the right, And twenty million freemen Stand ready for the fight. Our pride is fair Columbia, No stain her beauty mars; On her we'll raise the brave old flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. chorus — Hurrah, hurrah! etc. And when this war is over, We'll each resume our home, And treat you still as brothers Wherever you may roam; We'll pledge the hand of friendship, And think no more of war, But dwell in peace beneath the flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. chorus — Hurrah! hurrah
Sumterville (South Carolina, United States) (search for this): chapter 5
ncidents, Vol. IV., Rebelion record. by Isaac M. Ball. We're fighting for our Union, We're fighting for our trust, We're fighting for the happy land Where sleeps our Fathers' dust. It cannot be dissevered, Though it cost us bloody wars; We never can give up the land Where float the Stripes and Stars. chorus — Hurrah! Hurrah! For equal rights, hurrah! Hurrah for the good old flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. We trusted you as brothers, Until you drew the sword, With impious hands at Sumter, You cut the silver cord. So now you hear our bugles, We come, the sons of Mars, To rally round the brave old flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. chorus — Hurrah! hurrah! etc. We do not want your cotton, We care not for your slaves, But rather than divide the land We'll fill your Southern graves. With Lincoln for our chieftain, We wear our country's scars, We'll rally round the brave old flag That bears the Stripes and Stars. chorus — Hurrah! hurrah! etc. We deem our cause most holy, <
The Second Louisiana: may 27th, 1863. by George H, Boker. Dark as the clouds of even, Ranked in the western heaven, Waiting the breath that lifts All the dread mass, and drifts Tempest and falling brand Over a ruined land-- So, still and orderly, Arm to arm, knee to knee, Waiting the great event, Stands the Black Regiment. Down the long dusky line Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine; And the bright bayonet, Bristling and firmly set, Flashed with a purpose grand, Long ere the sharp command Of the fierce rolling drum Told them their time had come, Told them what work was sent For the Black Regiment. “Now,” the flag-sergeant cried, “Though death and hell betide, Let the whole nation see If we are fit to be Free in this land; or bound Down, like the whining hound-- Bound with red stripes of pain In our old chains again!” Oh I what a shout there went From the Black Regiment! “Charge!” Trump and drum awoke; Onward the bondmen broke; Bayonet and sabre-stroke Vainly opposed their rus
George H. Boker (search for this): chapter 6
The Second Louisiana: may 27th, 1863. by George H, Boker. Dark as the clouds of even, Ranked in the western heaven, Waiting the breath that lifts All the dread mass, and drifts Tempest and falling brand Over a ruined land-- So, still and orderly, Arm to arm, knee to knee, Waiting the great event, Stands the Black Regiment. Down the long dusky line Teeth gleam and eyeballs shine; And the bright bayonet, Bristling and firmly set, Flashed with a purpose grand, Long ere the sharp command Of the fierce rolling drum Told them their time had come, Told them what work was sent For the Black Regiment. “Now,” the flag-sergeant cried, “Though death and hell betide, Let the whole nation see If we are fit to be Free in this land; or bound Down, like the whining hound-- Bound with red stripes of pain In our old chains again!” Oh I what a shout there went From the Black Regiment! “Charge!” Trump and drum awoke; Onward the bondmen broke; Bayonet and sabre-stroke Vainly opposed their ru
Belle Missouri Arise and join the patriot train, Belle Missouri! my Missouri! They shall not plead and plead in vain, Belle Missouri! my Missouri! The precious blood of all thy slain Arises from each reeking plain; Wipe out this foul, disloyal stain, Belle Missouri I my Missouri! Recall the field of Lexington, Belle Missouri! my Missouri! How Springfield blushed beneath'the sun, Belle Missouri! my Missouri! And noble Lyon, all undone, His race of glory but begun, And all thy freedom yet unwon, Belle Missouri! my Missouri! They called the craven to the trust, Belle Missouri! my Missouri! They laid the glory in the dust, Belle Missouri! my Missouri! The helpless prey of treason's lust, The helpless mark of treason's thrust, Now shall thy sword in scabbard rust Belle Missouri! my Missouri! She thrills! her blood begins to burn, Belle Missouri! my Missouri! She's bruised and weak, but she can turn, Belle Missouri! my Missouri! So, on her forehead pale and stern, A sign to
Belle Missouri (search for this): chapter 7
plain; Wipe out this foul, disloyal stain, Belle Missouri I my Missouri! Recall the field of Lexing! How Springfield blushed beneath'the sun, Belle Missouri! my Missouri! And noble Lyon, all undone, but begun, And all thy freedom yet unwon, Belle Missouri! my Missouri! They called the craven to the trust, Belle Missouri! my Missouri! They laid the glory in the dust, Belle Missouri! my MissouBelle Missouri! my Missouri! The helpless prey of treason's lust, The helpless mark of treason's thrust, Now shall thy sword in scabbard rust Belle Missouri! my Missouri! She thrills! her blood begins to burn, Belle MissouBelle Missouri! my Missouri! She's bruised and weak, but she can turn, Belle Missouri! my Missouri! So, on her mourn, Now for thy wounds a swift return, Belle Missouri! my Missouri! Stretch out thy thousand loyal hands, Belle Missouri! my Missouri! Send out thy thousand loyal bands, Belle Missouri! my Misri! Up with the loyal Stripes and Stars, Belle Missouri! my Missouri! Down with the traitor stars[9 more...]
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